This blog is dedicated to recording the thoughts of a little pug named Winston, the Grand Duke of Pugsworth, as he struggles through a pampered existence.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

RE: GorbyI decided rather than learn to adjust to my brother, I would just run him off. So I tormented Gorby until my parents found him a new home. My plan almost backfired...Daddy wanted to get rid of me. Mommy talked him out of it. It was nothing personal, he just crowded my space. Anyways, Gorby is with a family where someone is always at home (Gorby has separation anxiety) as well as a Boston Terrier. Gorby has yet to meet his new brother because the Boston was on vacation. Can you believe that? A dog on vacation? My parents had a good feeling once they heard that Gorby's new mommy was the type of person that sends her pets on vacation. Also, he lives nearby so my Daddy can still see him at the dogpark (apparently I have to meet Gorby and his new bother Gus the Boston for playdates).

Do I look guilty?

Gorby is in this picture. Can you find him? Hint: he was attempting to flee from one tormenting pug.

Here I am, telling my humans "look, Gorby's gone!" [Parents' Note: Gorby actually managed to get all the way under the bed to get away from the evil cone-head pug.]

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On Pugs:

In the whole catalogue of the canine species, there is not one of less utility, or possessing less the powers of attraction than the Pug Dog, applicable to no sport, appropriate to no useful purpose, susceptible of no predominant passion, and in no way whatever remarkable for any extra eminence, he has continued from era to era for what alone he might have been originally intended, the patient follower of a ruminating philosopher, or the adulating and consolatory companion of an old maid.

-Dr. Edward Patterson, 1804

The Story of the Grand Duke of Pugsworth

I'm a pug puppy that was born on July 8, 2006. I have a face that entitles me to get away with murder and, if all goes according to plan, I shall be able to freely manipulate my Humans as soon as they are properly trained. I foresee a pampered existence for myself, and will do whatever is necessary to see that it comes to be. Now (getting into character) I shall transform myself into an innocent dumb angel...and the Humans will be none the wiser. P.S.- I LOVE COMPLIMENTS! Feel free to leave me a message.

The story of the stray my parents brought home one day, aka "Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug"

Cosette is my little sister, born March 3, 2008. I am not sure how exactly my parents found her, but I am guessing that while they were out playing without me one day, they saw her wandering around and, in a momentary lapse of judgment, decided to bring her home. [Parents' Note: Cosette was not a stray, as much as we admire people who adopt pets who are or were strays, or from shelters, we got Cosette from a wonderful breeder and know that from the minute she was born, she has been nothing but pampered.] I guess she's not really so horrible, we play a lot but she also likes to sleep almost as much as I do, and she is even more snuggly than me, if you can imagine that. Unlike me, she is a social butterfly and loves to play with any other dog, person, or stuffie she sees, although, she is terrified of cats. She seems to be stuck in permanent puppy-hood and is the source of constant amusement for me and my parents.